Page 76 of Counting On You

Chapter Nineteen

Vicky

Iwakeup to the merciless rays of the sun spilling through the window. Groaning, I cover my eyes with my pillow to get a few more seconds of sleep. My head is pounding like a sledgehammer has been hard at work. My pulse is thudding against my temples. Nausea has settled in my stomach, warning me that I need to get to the bathroom, but I’m too tired to leave the comfort of my bed. Flipping onto my side, I pull the sheets up to my chin when a cold breeze reaches me and I realize—

I’m naked.

I jolt upright and press the sheets to my chest.

Why, for crying out loud, am I butt naked?

Fighting against the sun blinding me, I scan the room. The window is on the wrong side. The desk seems misplaced. A black jacket is draped over the back of the chair, and clothes are scattered across the floor.

Why does the air smell likehim? His aftershave—the scent I’ve grown to seek out whenever I use our shared bathroom.

That’s when it hits me.

I’m in Kade’s room.

My gaze roves wildly over everything, searching for some sign that this isn’t happening.

What am I doing in Kade’s room? But even as I ask myself the question, fragments of memories come to me. They are blurry, disjointed, but they all seem to circle around one thing: our night together.

I can’t believe I asked him to fuck me.

“Oh, my God.” I bury my head in my hands for a long moment, then wrap the sheets around my body, ready to storm out when I realize there’s no way in hell I’m leaving my clothes behind.

As I push up to my feet, the room begins to spin. I wait a few seconds and then try again. There’s no sign of Kade, no sign of my clothes. Maybe I left them in the living room. I head for the door when I stumble over something hard and almost take a tumble.

My heart gives a little jolt as I realize what it is.

It’s Kade, sleeping on the floor, a blanket spread out, and oh, my God, he’s naked, too.

A little yelp escapes my lips as my hands spread to halt my fall, but my equilibrium is way off. I tumble on top of him.

“Please don’t tell me you want it again,” he mumbles, his eyes closed.

Again?

My whole body heats up as I scramble to my feet, desperately trying to cover up with whatever I can find. My hands tug at the sheet, but as I pull it up, I also grab his sheet, exposing his body.

All the parts that count.

It’s really one huge cock. And there’s a real chance it’s already been inside me.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He opens his eyes groggily, his lips twitching as he catches my glance. I drop his sheet and busy myself with covering his modesty.

“Did we…” I swallow hard, unable to speak out the unthinkable.

“What?” His brows shoot up in mock confusion.

He knowsexactlywhat I’m talking about. He just wants to hear me say it.

“You know what.” I gesture between us, fighting hard not to gawk at the huge bulge forming beneath the sheet. Fuck, I can’t even say the word now that I’ve seen it again in all its glory.

He cocks his head. “Did we fuck? Is that what you want to know?” I nod my head. “You can’t remember? Nothing? Not at all?”

I shake my head as my cheeks begin to catch fire.

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